Classic Poem

To praise Thy name can none aspire.
I have no power at all: what means can I employ?
When Thou willest granting mercy Thou givest a refuge at Thy feet.
When in forgetfulness I pass from Thy thought, Thou causest me to forget all things.
Thy thoughts are marvellous, Thy doings past tracing out, no where can one find their end.
All souls and beasts and insects in the world, of all none could search Thee out.
I make my prayer with clasped hands, I cry aloud that Thou mayest hear.
Let Jagjivan find refuge at the Guru's feet, let him be named Thine own.